Within Inner Demon Purgatory, countless scenes unfolded, each more perilous than the last.
Elder Xuanji nearly collapsed within the nightmare of formation-pattern backlash. His life's work had been denied, and cracks appeared in his Dao heart. Yet just as he was about to sink into despair, the shattered formation patterns before him suddenly began to reassemble on their own, evolving into even more profound, ever-circulating trajectories. A gentle yet resolute will rang out in his heart: "The Dao of Formations is ever-changing. Destruction is also the beginning of rebirth. Cling to the form, and you lose the spirit. Your formations should flow like a galaxy—shattering, then gathering anew. That is the true path." Elder Xuanji shuddered violently, as though awakened by a divine revelation. The confusion vanished from his eyes, replaced by a deeper understanding of the Dao of Formations. Not only had his Dao heart stabilized, it had become increasingly whole and lucid!
Ling Xiao Sword Master charged back and forth through endless enemy ranks. His divine sword shattered, his entire body drenched in blood, and his invincible conviction teetered on the brink of collapse. But when he looked back, he saw not the corpses of his comrades, but countless unscattered battle intents and gazes filled with hope! A voice exploded within his soul: "The sword heart is not about standing supreme alone—it is about protection! So long as there is something in your heart worth protecting, the sword in your hand will never truly break! Even alone with a single sword, dare to rise against death!" Ling Xiao Sword Master let out a long roar. His broken sword reformed, and sword intent soared into the heavens. It was no longer the lofty invincibility of solitude, but a sword of protection containing the will of all living beings. His